A dip

my hope lies broken all over the floor before me

like pieces of glass

obliterated beyond repair 

and much like glass; you would only hurt yourself trying to put it back together 

faith is just symbols on ancient parchment 

words meant nothing 

there were enough shooting through the air 

dully floating through the ear of one person

and puncturing the heart of another 

brains numbing to radioactive waves and useless prattle 

tears run like rain down a windshield 

blood trickles out of wounds

was it self inflicted? 

they'd rather not say 

but we'll make our silent assumptions 

sweat coated skin in the dark

a flicker of passion to be seen 

blankets are the only thing hugging you when the day ends 

numbers on a clock spurring anxiety 

sizes adding up to self worth 

what does it all mean? 

The sad truth of a human being. 

Reviews

[TheLostMind]

Wow.. This one is very emotional and captivating.. The flow is perfect..

"my hope lies broken all over the floor before me
like pieces of glass
obliterated beyond repair
and much like glass; you would only hurt yourself trying to put it back together " - Everything can be fixed. If you have the right tools. Grit, determination, a strong heart, a pure soul.. These are the tools that can fix anything. There is always hope for people who believe that it exists.

These words made me remember Rudyard Kipling's poem "IF"

"If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’"

Never give up. Life is filled with ups and downs.. You will have to accept it and face your fears. :)

A really good write.. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem spoke with honest tone and words.
"'faith is just symbols on ancient parchment
words meant nothing "
The above lines were my favorite. The poem open the door to a long conversation and a lot of coffee. Faith is a hard word. Mean truth in something we cannot hold or see. Hard to do. Being a human being is difficult. Take years to know. What we leave behind is more important than what we used and abused. We are taught to live by elders and we must pass the knowledge. Hoping our kids are less wasteful and hateful than us. I loved this poem. A poem to create thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote